‘ yeah, no i get what you mean. sometimes, i just kind of zone out. i dunno, man. with all this graduation stuff goin’ around it just makes me think a lot. i appreciate you bein’ able to listen, though. i’m here to listen to you too, if you need someone to talk to – that isn’t ms. pilsbury.
“It is a lot to think over. I understand. What’s the biggest thing on your mind about it right now? You have plenty of time to figure everything out and you know I’ll do my best to help in any way I can. Me? I’m doing okay. I guess. I’d rather talk to you than her. I just know you have so much on your plate already. You don’t need my troubles mixed in.”
“Okay. You just looked like you were on another planet, you know? Figured I’d try to pull you back into this orbit before you float away. If you need a sounding board to help even things out in there, I’m more than happy to listen.”
( text ): thx man ( text ): u too ( text ): i’ll b there in like 10 min ( text ): that’s a gay bar, right??!? ( text) : i’ll find it ( text ): don’t go anywhre i’m omw
( mssg » finn | sent ) yes sorry it’s a gay bar ( mssg » finn | sent ) i’ll wait outside ( mssg » finn | sent ) hey finn? thank you.
Blaine shoved his phone in the back pocket of his forest green chinos after slowly standing up from his barstool minimal swaying involved. A cheeky, oops grin given to the poor guy who was used as a leaning post to get there but the wink he got said the man didn’t mind it too much. Yep. Time to go. Palming his face to wipe some of the buzz away (it didn’t work but A+ effort for trying), he blinked to steady his vision and began the slow walk towards the exit. An after thought had him buckling like someone threw a brick wall directly in his path halfway to the door and he hurriedly dug his phone back out.
( mssg » finn | sent ) ps. please dont tell Kurt. HE’ll murdder me and I don’t wait to die.
Limbs folding like a marionette that had it’s strings cut plopped him on the bench outside, one leg tucked underneath his seat and the other stretched out. Thank God for the wood beam next to it for something to rest his head against while he waited.
“I understand about the dark places your mind can take you, you know?” Blaine hooked one leg and then the other over the edge of the staircase they were sitting at the top of, arms resting crossed together one the bottom rung of the railing. Staring over the tops of his shoes down at the courtyard below, he shrugged and wiggled one shoe out to dangle from the tips of his toes.
“I know it’s different for all of us. What it feels like, what takes us there. I get that,” hazel eyes met hers and he smiled encouragingly. He been where she is more times than anyone would think if they ever looked at the boy who, more often than not, exuded a enormous amount of hopeful optimism and a bubbly love of life that borderlined on either contagious or annoying depending. Sure, there was the potential for a level of snark and sass that came back biting if he was over his limit but in general? Blaine Anderson Exuded might not resemble someone who’s been there at face value. Until you really talked to him at times like this.
“I, also, know that you can never get out of it alone. You can try and try but..sometimes you just have to take someone’s hand and let them show you the way out. I guess that’s why I’m here offering you one.. If you want to talk?”
Cosette had been taken away from her parents by Child Protective Services and she was sent to Ohio, far enough away where they couldn’t reach her. She was walking around the new school, wearing long sleeves and pants to cover up her scars, when she heard music coming from a room. She followed it and it was kids singing, dancing, having fun. The thing she only saw in movies. She looked into the room, the irresistible sound that they were making was amazing.
Blaine slid down off his perch on top of the piano as the song came to an end. Breathless and beaming when Rachel wrapped her arms around him and gave him a tight hug. There was absolutely nothing better than starting the day out with a little bit of Hairspray (in spite of Brittany asking him if he should participate and possibly make his choice of hair care product jealous) and the company of his friends. They were about to launch into a Mercedes, Tina, Rachel version of Big, Blonde and Beautiful of when he caught a glimpse of a girl he’d never seen lingering by the door. A squeeze to Kurt’s hand later–Blaine took a few curious steps towards her and gave her a warm, sincere smile in greeting. “Hi. You’re more than welcome to come in, you know,” he offered her his arm and thumbed over his shoulder with the other hand. “I promise you’re about to be in for a treat.”
[Text – Blaine] Of course it’s the right thing to do, you don’t want to say the wrong thing if tempers are just high, do you? [Text – Blaine] Killer, I don’t think you could ever put a dampener on my night. Come on, we’ll have fun. I’ll have a drink waiting for you at the bar.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) No. I don’t want to say the wrong thing. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) That’s how this whole mess started. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Okay. Let me get ready. I look like a wreck. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) See you soon. And, by the way, thank you.
Blaine Anderson. PLEASE tell me you aren’t the person who suggested Hamilton for this week’s glee club assignment. If I have to hear Schuester try and rap MY SHOT because of you, you can bet your ass I’ll be threatening to quit in our next meeting.
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“Artie? What’s going–
OH. Well—. I mean. I was just trying to help?? I know that we run the risk of Mister Schue playing rapper for the better part of Monday but! Then we have the rest of the week to try our hands at the best musical out there right now. I don’t know about you but I’m sort of tired of the same old same old. AND! We could pitch that YOU sing that number..? What do you say?”
[ text – blaine ] i mean, you could try, but idk if he’d actually listen. [ text – blaine ] you can watch if you wanna, but i’m also not entirely sure i’d be successful at kicking his ass at all?? i’m more bark than bite most of the time.
( mssg » jan | sent ) He better listen. He still owes me for stealing the bottle of gel he probably just used as a missile to take you down with. ( mssg » jan | sent ) I don’t have any proof he was the one who walked away with it but the next day after his last visit, I was missing my newest favorite. Suspicious. Don’t you think? This isn’t the first time he’s done it either. ( mssg » jan | sent ) You would be if I helped. I’m not above playing dirty to teach him a lesson. 🙂
[ text – blaine ] no no, not yours. sebastian’s. he threw one of his hair gel containers at me and it hit me in the face. [ text – blaine ] got a fun new black eye now. i stg i’m gonna kick his ass one day. he may be my best friend, but i swear i’ll do it.
( mssg » jan | sent ) Do I need to intervene and explain to him that it isn’t nice to hit girls in the face with hair gel bottles?? ( mssg » jan | sent ) Wait! A black eye? Seriously? ( mssg » jan | sent ) Go ahead. Do it. I’ll watch. 🙂
( mssg » jan | sent ) Who’s hair gel are you talking about? I can promise you that mine is competely safe. In spite of what some rumors may say.
(delayed until after next text)
( mssg » jan |sent ) Wait! So? That being meant for Rachel now has me even more confused. First.. Are you talking about my hair gel? Second, but most curious and confusing… Why are you only seeing out of one eye?
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